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Slime pouts, tucking his hip out while Juana awkwardly sat on it. "Child support."
Roier, thankfully, laughed really loudly. Well, the rest of the favela did too. Cellbit needed to crawl in a hole and die about it. "I am not paying you child support."
"She looks exactly like you." One quick look at Juana did, in fact, show she looked like the spitting image of Charlie and Mariana. Not an ounce of Cellbit.
Roier and Pac, this time, both hung off of Cellbit as they crumpled to the ground, laughing. Cellbit, pitifully, turned to Mike and motioned towards Charlie. "This is your brother."
Mike just shrugged and smirked. "And you need to pay him child support."
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man im endeared by purgatory slimebit just for the sole reason of now qcellbit is no longer a voice of sane reason (at least comapred to qslime) and actively delving back to violent tendecies and just generally acting on the rest of bolas rojas' batshit insaneness, which is exactly qslime's unhealthy love langauge litterally
Charlie-centric Guapotrio drabble for @brainrot138am !!!!!
they requested the guys with two different lines and you'll see the one I chose, but don't fret, I'm probably going to write the other one too haha
This is less of a drabble at 900 words but oh well, thrice as many people = more words
enjoy! sorry for any lil errors, m sleepy
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āI feel like everyone is miles away.ā
āCharlie,ā Roier deadpans, āYou are literally squashing Cellbit right now, no?ā
Charlie groans loudly, burrowing further into the little space between the loveseat and Cellbit. The feline hybrid chuckles, bright and rumbly as it vibrates Charlieās arm, his chest, his head. He isĀ notĀ squashing the other, in fact, there isnāt enough squashing going on because Cellbit brought his notes with him into the living area of his castle and has been buried in them while Roier remains buried in lunch and finally, Charlie is buried in the couch. And Cellbit. Sue him, the cat is warm and while thereās fire all over the castle, itās a weirdly cold flame that has his joints locking up. Itās awful. Cellbit isnāt because heās warm but Charlie still hates him a little bit for the stupid, icy flames.
āThatās not what I meant, dude.ā
He shivers involuntarily at the sensation, the bitter chill freezing his limbs when it shouldnāt, and Cellbit makings a questioningĀ mrrrp,Ā reaching a hand down to bury it in Charlieās hair. He canāt help the pleased hum that teeters into a chittering rumble when claws drag careful lines along his scalp. Cellbit purrs in kind as he tries speaking, words slurring but clear as day, āWhat is it, chayote? Meu chuchu?ā Charlie knows exactly what heās being called. Itās as insulting as it is really fucking sappy, ugh.
āYou both suck, no sympathy for me, a li lol slime stuck in Eggxile and away from hisā¦ā Charlie isnāt sure how to finish that sentence actually. Heās not sure what they are but it definitely isnāt friendly, but the other two are married, and Charlie is just kind of⦠hanging around. There is also a lot of kissing involved. Itās complicated, sure let's say that, āāguys, his dudes. Alone.ā
Cellbit laughs and abandons his notes,Ā finallyĀ sinking into the loveseat so Charlie isnāt just cuddling his leg like itās some muscly teddy bear. No, now theyāre cuddling for real,Ā legit-ly. Cellbit pushes Charlie into the back of his loveseat like heās trying to make Charlie become one with it or let himself become one with Charlie, arms wrapped around him in a suffocating embrace. That and the loud, engine-like purring are almost enough to make the slime literally melt, but he holds it together because he wants this right now, something solid and warm. Something sturdy. Something⦠sure.
āAnd whose fault is that, pendejo? Hm? Who put himself in Eggxile and wonāt visit unless under force? I had to lie and say Cellbit and Richas had gotten sick and I needed help.ā Roier steps out of the kitchen and into the space, footsteps growing soft as he hits the rug. Charlie canāt see him from where heās curled into Cellbit, but he can hear how Roier is upset, masking his annoyance and frustration under playful insults. He wilts into Cellbitās arms more, admittedly shying away from a look he knows the spider is giving him.
āGaupito, se amable con el.ā Cellbit mummers quietly as Charlie hides further in his embrace.
āSārry,ā He mumbles into Cellbitās shoulder. The hybrid smells like dust and old books, graphite, and rubber. He also smells like Roier. He smells likeĀ them, a smell so intertwined with the couple that thereās no name for it, not notes that stand out, justā itās them.
But not Charlie.
Roier sighs and Cellbit nips lightly at Charlieās shoulder in reprimand, annoyance, scolding. He pats a hand to the felineās back in a clumsy apology. For what? He isnāt sure exactly, but the other accepts it and goes back to holding Charlie close, a hand coming back up to rake through his hair again. The spider above them speaks while Charlie tries to not doze off.
āMove over, you two. Apparently,Ā someoneĀ thinks they are all alone and I guess we have to fix it,ā But nothing happens because Charlie is just so fucking sleepy and warm and cozy, and the only thing that could make this better isā āOkay, fine. Cellbo, help me move the verdura to the bed, thereās more room there.ā
Charlie snorts as heās pulled from the loveseat and into Cellbitās arms and still warmwarmwarmwam, āWas that a clever pun riffing off of Cellās stupid nickname? Proud of you for doing it without gagging. I am rubbing off on you, man.ā
He cracks an eye open to look at a blurry Roier, several sets of arms crossed stubbornly, but thereās a fond smirk lighting up his eyes. Fucking hell, why are they both so pretty. Charlie smiles back like itāll convey his frustrations as Cellbit begins walking towards the bedroom.
āWe rub off on each other a lot, man, but not that right now. Sleep. Also to prove a stupid point to a stupid slime.ā
Charlie laughs and laughs and laughs the entire trip, Cellbitās own chuckling buzzing his arm as Roier tries to remain unamused and failing miserably.
They prove their point very well.
A few hours later, after some much-needed sleep and aggressive cuddling, Cellbit wakes them both up with a gentle shake, confusion coloring his tone when he finally gets their attention.
āUh Gaupito, werenāt you making lunch?ā
Like an answer, Charlieās stomach rumbles. Roier cackles tiredly, thumping his forehead against the back of the slime hybridās neck. āYeah, I was.ā Itās enough to set them all off again, rolling around in soft, worn sheets, laughing so hard someone starts crying and another gets the hiccups.
Itās fine. Lunch can wait a few more minutes, Charlie is already a part of a clingy sandwich anyway. With Cellbit at his front and Roier behind him, Charlie doesnāt feel as⦠far away. Itās not a long-term solution, but itās enough right now. Theyāre enough.